He loves Beckham, almost too much. He wants to squeeze him, feed him, hold him, kiss him, force the binky in his mouth, you name it. It is cute and very frustrating. I want him to love him, but again, I find myself saying "no" much more than I'd like to. He'll learn to be soft, right?
Even though he's been trouble and driving me to near insanity, he is still the sweetest little guy around. He forgives me for getting mad, and apologizes for being naughty. He smiles and laughs all day and says "thank you so much mama!" whenever I do something for him. I am sure this is just a little bump in the road, and I am sure glad he is so stinkin' cute, or I might rent him out for a few days. I really do love that attention-demanding, mischief-making, whining, ornery little fella.